I adore driving with Parker. It’s a thrill. He’s a demon in the streets, maneuvering the car seamlessly between other vehicles at a speed that shouldn’t be possible. Or legal for that matter. Although, I have a feeling Parker could get out of any speeding ticket.
Sydney does not share my thrill. Expletives pour out of her while her white knuckles grip for dear life on our headrests. I think it’s the first time I’ve heard her swear.
Parker swings into the private underground lot in record time. Even Aleks doesn’t get me here as quickly on his bike—but I think he is purposely driving more slowly so as not to throw me off.
Parker pulls in next to his Ferrari—which is also blue—and shuts off the engine. He swings out of the car and tilts his seat down so Sydney can get out. She glares at him as she takes his hand and contorts her body out of the car. I get out and wait for them at the elevator while they retrieve their boxing gear from the trunk.
We get in the elevator, Sydney getting off on her floor while Parker and I ride all the way to the top.
I slip into Aleks’ bedroom at the end of the hallway, dropping my bag on the floor. I pull out my phone, opening Aleks’ livestream. He’s been streaming for two hours already and has another two to go. He wasn’t expecting me here until ten.
He’s in the middle of a game with three guys I haven’t seen before plus Jackson. They’re playing FrozeLine, a game I seriously suck at despite Aleks trying to teach me…but which is perfect for tonight.
I pull out the lingerie from my bag, grinning. The lingerie set is based on one of the characters Aleks plays in FrozeLine. It cost me a pretty penny because it had to be custom ordered, but it even came with the mini angel wings. The silky white and purple miniskirt has built-in crotchless panties; the whole thing only covers a third of my ass. The bra was the expensive part. It is white lace with an elaborate purple jewel design. The set mimics a version of the dress the character wears. I take off my current clothes, replacing them with the outfit. I slip on a pair of ultra-sheer, thigh-high white stockings with a white satin band. Then, I tie two mini pigtails near the front of my head, puffing them up a little so they sit on the rest of my wavy hair. Once I’m pleased with my look, I check Aleks’ stream again. There are only a few minutes before the current round ends, which is perfect.
I peek my head out of his door, making sure that Parker isn’t lurking about. Since I know Jackson is streaming with Aleks, I don’t have to worry about him popping out either—his bedroom and streaming room are opposite Aleks’。
I make the quick slide to the door next to Aleks’ bedroom, which leads into his streaming room. I switch off the hall light, then I open the door slowly. Light is still leaking in from the living space, but I make sure the door only opens wide enough for me to squeeze my body through before closing it.
The room is bathed in a deep red glow from the LED lights he has set up plus the giant neon red sign of his gamertag on the wall. Aleks is still fully immersed in the game. I can’t hear what is going on save for the fast clicking of the keyboard and tapping of the mouse.
“Someone better come into combat here before I get fucking destroyed,” he growls into his headset.
I get down on all fours, crawling my way slowly to his setup. I get behind his chair and sneak one of my hands forward slowly.
“Oh! What’s up! Nice, Hunter. Alright, let’s—” He swears when I brush my hand over his thigh.
Aleks looks down at my hand and then flicks his head to me. His eyes are bewildered until he registers me kneeling there and smiles, lust dilating his pupils when he clocks my outfit.
“Fuck, shit, yeah, I’m behind you.” He whips back around, fingers gliding along the keyboard. “No, it was nothing.”
I stand up and pepper his neck with soft, small kisses, all the while tracing my nails along his inner thigh. I let my finger brush over his cock, and he curses again. He is only streaming his voice today, so he’s just wearing a pair of red sweatpants, no shirt, no gloves. I stand behind him and scratch my nails along his bare chest. I lick my finger and slide it over his pierced nipple. He sucks in a breath, shifting in his seat. My stomach fizzes as the edges of arousal begin licking at me. Toying with Aleks while watching him play is making me wet already.
“Shit,” he mutters before barking orders into the mic. “Hey, don’t engage. They’re in a choke point.” My eyes flick to the screen, and I watch as one of his teammates goes down in front of him before Aleks takes out one of his enemies.
His black desk is L-shaped with a heightened shelf on one side where his three monitors sit, streaming mic hanging to the right. His glowing custom PC sits underneath, to the right of his feet. I move his closed laptop and perch my ass on the left side of the desk, lifting one of my legs up so my pussy is on display.
I’m so glad I went with the crotchless set.
Aleks flicks his eyes to me and stills. I give him a sweet smile, squeezing my breasts before running two fingers over myself, gathering the glistening wetness that has pooled. Damn, it feels good. His chest rises with an intake of breath as he grows hungry, eyes darkening. It feeds the beast within me, Horny Stevie waking up and getting ready to play.
Aleks’ jaw clicks and eyes narrow as he flips back to the game.
“Who is holding mid?” he calls into his headset. “Nice, nice, nice. I got them down over here, two remaining.” His commanding voice washes over my skin, warming me.
I slip my fingers inside myself with a groan. Fuck, I didn’t realize I was this sensitive already. It’s like my body is trained to react instantly to Blade. It knows him and begins winding itself up without me even having to try. He truly owns this pussy.
I shift my hips and curl my fingers until I find the spot I know gets me going. I drop my head back against the wall, losing myself to the feeling and drinking in his voice.
“Fuck, that looks good.”
I crack open my eyes and catch Aleks staring at me.
The beast inside roars at the attraction. It spurs on my movements. I move faster, thighs locking up at the building sensation. I keep my eyes on Aleks the entire time even though I want to squeeze them shut. The pressure waves, and I bring my other hand down to rub my clit. My body jolts at the added sensation. A soft cry escapes my lips as my raised leg slips off the desk, my orgasm tumbling with it. The endorphins rush through me, and I let them blanket my body.
Aleks swears and whips back to the game, frantically smashing the keyboard. His mouse twitches with his fast movements.
“Oh, I’m dead. Wait, no. Yeah. No, I’m dead.” Aleks swears again. “Shit, it’s on you, Hunter.”
He mutes his headset and mic then grips my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth and sucking on them with a groan. It sends a zing to my clenching pussy, riling it up.
“We have two rounds left,” he growls. “That gives you less than five minutes to make me come or else I’m going to punish you for making me die. I almost aced that round.”
“Sounds like you need to get better at multitasking.” I bat my eyelashes at him.
Honestly, I kind of want the punishment, but I also want to get him off.
The dilemmas of sex.
“Don’t be a brat.”